Thank you.
I honour and acknowledge the ancestral traditional territories that I stand on today and all those across Turtle Island.
I am a storyteller, and I will present in my traditional ways.
Two of our many research papers are before you, bringing to light the living experience of HIV and criminalization. I did not ask to be HIV-positive, yet I stand before you, an indigenous warrior, advocating for all of us living with HIV. I have a dedication to the community to deliver with respect the voices from our research, which you are gifted. All names are pseudonyms to protect and keep safe the women who bravely shared their experiences and journeys living with HIV and the law.
I'm starting with a quote from Adele from B.C.:
How do we know what the judge is thinking? What is his viewpoint on HIV, what is his viewpoint even maybe on women? Like we don't know. They're supposed to be impartial. But everybody has morals and values. And we don't know...or what their education level even is on medical terms.
Right now I want you to think of a loved one—a daughter, a sister, an aunt or a niece. Through no fault of her own, like me, she has HIV. She is sexually assaulted. She is fighting for her life. That is all that's on her mind, survival. She just wants to come out of this alive. She's not thinking, “Oh, I had better tell him I have HIV”. She is now charged with HIV non-disclosure, she's convicted and she serves time. She is now a registered sexual offender. She is released and faces community stigma and discrimination. Her face is on telephone poles, fences and even in store windows. “Do not have sex with this HIV-positive woman; she is a registered sexual offender”. She can't be around children, yet she's a life giver. She loses her children. She loses her newborn baby.
These are true stores, and with permission, I carry their stories, their tears and their fears.
Julie from B.C. bravely shared her story:
I was raped by three [men]. They broke into my home and they held me prisoner for 24 hours and beat me and raped me. And if I had told him I was HIV positive, I would have been dead. I know it. So where does that fit in the picture?
How do we protect ourselves from this law? We've become fearful for our lives. Sex is no longer spontaneous or romantic. We are all sexual beings, yet we have to stop, as Lilian from B.C. role-played:
Excuse me, we can't have sex yet. I've got to call a lawyer, my doctor, the judge, the policeman, a lab tech to prove that I have disclosed and have an undetectable viral load. So how many people have to be in the bedroom?
Why do I bring this up? It's because it happened to me. I was dating someone who wanted to be intimate and I told him I had to tell him something. I explained that I had HIV. He didn't have a clue what HIV was. I slowed him down and really explained it to him. I took the time to educate him. I asked him to wear a condom. We dated for about a year, and during this relationship I found he was sometimes taking the condom off without my knowledge or permission. I was not worried about me transmitting HIV; I was worried what he might have. I go for blood work every three months. I know my status, but I don't know his. I have no proof. Does he lie to me?
A year and a half after the relationship ended he called and wanted a visit. As a friend, I said yes. He said, “You gave me HIV”. My heart sank. I went into an emotional tailspin. My mind knew this was impossible. I am an educator; I know the science; I am undetectable. Yet I couldn't help that confusion. After asking him a few questions I found he was diagnosed only that month and had only just seroconverted. I explained that to him. His response was, “Let's have sex”. I told him no. He told me that, if I did not have sex with him, he would go to the police and tell them I gave him HIV and never disclosed to him. He was using his new knowledge against me, saying he knew he didn't give it to me but the police didn't. Where is my proof that I disclosed? I was strong enough to say, “Go ahead; there is the door; call the police; get out.”
I lived in fear for the next six months, waiting for that knock on the door. I jumped every time the phone rang. I was always looking around and was paralyzed every time I saw a police car. I am strong and educated in HIV. Imagine those who are not; they could still be in a controlling or violent relationship.
This concern is not surprising, given that in a court of law it could come down to a he-said-she-said argument, with the person living with HIV having to find ways to prove that they disclosed their HIV-positive status to that sexual partner.
Catherine from Saskatchewan said, “And they go to the police and get them charged, just out to be spiteful and mean”.
Zainab from Ontario asked, “Do I need to make him sign a document and lock it up and have it witnessed by the neighbour?"
Trudy from Saskatchewan wanted to know, “How can you be prosecuted if it's not transmitted?”
Rita from Ontario asked, “What about the ones that are out there that are not even educated, can't read, and they're sick and they don't even know?”
Marisa from Saskatchewan asked, “Do I have to tell someone I had sex with ten years ago?” “What happens if the condom breaks...?”
We are all living in fear of this Canadian law, and we are not sexual offenders.
Thank you.